Focused.
His tongue runs circles over my clit.
Over and over.
And over.
My head rolls back, and I bite my lip as the waves of pleasure crash over me.
I’m so close.
Luke’s tongue is unrelenting in his chase of my orgasm. When both his hands grip my ass, and he presses his face against my pussy, I shudder. A moan escapes my lips as he begins to expertly move me towards that place I crave.
So close.
Oh, God, so damn close.
He grips me harder.
His lips and tongue suck and lick, and then he pushes a finger inside me, and brilliant light bursts right in front of me.
I come apart.
I hold my breath as I bask in the bliss.
I’m drowning.
Going under.
The pleasure is too much.
Too intense.
My legs can’t hold me up.
My body can’t hold my heart.
It’s bursting.
I’m falling.
Falling for Luke.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says as his arms envelope me.
I’m floating.
Luke’s caught me.
He’ll never let me drown.
He’s got me.
I open my eyes and find myself looking into his green eyes. Water drips down his face as his tongue sweeps across his lips and all I can do is stare at his masculine beauty.
His warm breath floats across my skin when he asks, “Can we skip the conditioner tonight?”
“I take it you’ve got a better option.”